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Ulric Sixsmith / Richard Sayer

a Lord Partizan belongs in the company of many

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a character in “Seven Years of Bad Luck”, as played by PulseTrick

Description

Name: Richard (Ricky )Sayer
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Appearance:
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Description: Richard is 5'7", lanky, and not very athletic due to his specialization in academia.

Personality: Richard is an actor. He loves to grandstand but hates the public attention, especially negative attention. He tries to juggle staying on the downlow while still achieving great grades in school, and in his spare time plays Aethia to unwind from a high-maintenance life. In Aethia, he can grandstand while still being anonymous, and take things at his own speed, and do what he wants. If he wants to goof off at side quests, he can do just that. If he wants to do extremely high Burst damage on a team, he'll do just that as well. Richard's grand standing doesn't mean he wants to do things by himself however. He loves it when a team and a plan comes together, and everybody included comes through. On the topic of Aethia, Richard is still deciding for himself whether or not being stuck in the game for seven years is a good thing or not. He believes he'll decide when he leaves if it was a good experience or not. He's cautious to make friends online because of his mothers routine scolding and warning about Weirdo's on the internet, but he while he resents her doctrines he still retains it subconsciously, and his Avatar, Ulric Sixsmith, usually acts out of character because of this, forming many shallow relationships instead of a select few strong ones.



Name: Ulric Sixsmith

Gender: Male



Apperance:
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Class: Lord Partizan

Weapon: Extendable lance. A part of the Dragon's Heir armor, a high level armor that when worn as a set with the lance, gives him an on-hit damage boost.

Personality: Ulric is a noble soul, the epitome of Lord Partisan. Sure there are those who are stronger, faster, and better equipped, but Ulric has the distinct personality of such a courageous and proud fighter(This is because of Richards extreme dedication of Roleplaying, and his impressive acting).
Ulric favors the strategy over brute force. Cowardice and surrender are not viable options to Ulric, Lord Partizan of House Sixsmith.

Sixsmith was a branch of the infamous Smith Server, a Roleplaying server that was disbanded. The server's clans were numbered to organize them by class, with Lord Partizan's being number Six, The system for raids were that Clans would intermingle and assign members in a waiting list. After the server disbanded, Richard's fellow Lord Partizans started to quit, leaving a server with a small amount of people with even less LP's. For his character, Richard wanted to not just remind others of the Legacy, but to embody it.

Ulric resides at his manor, which has recently become an inn for low leveled-players. Sixsmith Manor has many rooms, and generally has a feel similar to a hospital. It also stores an infirmary, Military room ,many guest rooms, a ballroom, a kitchen, and a throne room.

Oddly enough, Ulric never removes his armor, a major faux pas for any roleplayer worth his salt. This is because Richard feels that Ulric's face should be hidden, as the faceless patriarch is a large part of Ulric's character.

Skills:

Piercing Heaven:
Piercing Heaven is an attack that ignores half of the targets physical defense value.

Scarlet Thrust:
Ulrics speed increases and all of his attacks do 40% more damage for a brief period

Heavenly Rage:
While in a Heavenly Rage, Ulrics attacks do double damage and his physical defense value is raised.


Quotes:

[->]I FIGHT FOR THE GLORY OF HOUSE SIXSMITH! (battlecry)
[->]My Valor is as sturdy as my Lance.
[->] BAND TOGETHER BROTHERS AND SISTERS
[->]By the will of House Sixsmith, this shall be finished (near death rally)

So begins...

Ulric Sixsmith / Richard Sayer's Story

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The alarm clock had done it's duty many times over. It had woken Richard up from deep sleep so that he would be on schedule for academic success. Today however, it would be relieved from service, and buried under his bed, or more appropriately in a trash can.

Richard smashed his fist onto the plastic timepiece, cracking the surface, and stopping the ringing. He had been watching it for 15 minutes, waiting for the inevitable ring to strike. Still in his pajamas, he walked into his kitchen, and rushed through a bowl of cereal. There was no school today, so after he took a shower he changed into a t-shirt and jeans, then logged onto Aethia.

"The Valor of house Sixsmith sees another day," He announced to confirm his secondary password, a precaution to keep Ulric Sixsmith, Ulric Sixmith. No other could hack into his account, and he was very proud of that. His avatar poofed into existence in the grand throne room, sitting on his throne. Clad in azure armor, he stood up to address the NPC servants, and his tenants.

Many were doing well, their levels growing steadily until they were ready to see the world of Aethia for themselves. The catch was that they were indentured to him. He was growing his own personal army, and was completely content with providing them lodging.

"Javert," Ulric beckoned for his NPC butler, "I will be going into town, is the quick-travel station ready?"

"Yes Lord Sixsmith, it has been since you logged in." The butler brushed his hair to the side with his gloved hand. "Where is your destination today?"

"That nice little hamlet with the rather interesting shopping district, I feel the need to check what's on sale."

Ulric stepped onto the small seal emblazoned on the floor of a closet. Magical energies encircled him, and he appeared to what most would call "downtown". As he looked around, most of the shops had sales, and there was a large group of shoppers moving around. One that caught his eye was a Steam gunner with a rather impressive firearm. Somebody who would have obtained such a thing would have to have been experienced. Somebody that experienced must be powerful.

Somebody that powerful should be his ally.

"You, Tatsuna who wields the Dragons Breath," He whisper-chatted her "I am Ulric Sixsmith, Lord Partizan of House Sixmith. Could I interest you in a drink, conversation, and proposal of allegiance?"

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Tatsuna had been walking downtown for some time. She had made several rounds of the market all ready, having yet to have bought anything. With a small chat screen, directed to her self in front of her, she had notes. Various notes on what to buy or why she thought it to be needed. The only problem now, was why she was wanting to get any items in the first place. Pushing the private chat aside, she pulled up her inventory. She had a steady amount of food and other essentials for long quests, though as she returned to her notes, she let out a grumble.

Hearing a slight ping, a small purple tag suddenly appeared, she jumped a little when she heard Sixmith speak. Turning her head around she came apon a user who's name fit with the whisper. She took a moment to gather as to why he would strike conversation with her. The way he spoke was different from others that spoke to her today. A Role-playist, as she called them, perhaps? She thought maybe he had wanted help with a quest or a dungeon perhaps? She took to his arival a bit late, but a small smile came to her lips. "Hn!" She gave a quick nod, before giving a feint cough, letting Sixmith know she wasn't to use to the whole role-play style. "Well, Sixsmith. Lets skip the drink and hear out your proposal." Her smile fainted then frowned, no she couldn't stand the way she had spoken to him, she really wasn't cut out for this thing. "I'm sorry. Let me try that again." She turned on her heels slapped her cheeks and spun to face him once again. "Hello!" She had a smile that could reach ear to ear. "I'll hear you out." She gave a feint chuckle as she balanced on her toes, suddenly giglish and high spirited.

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Brett just got home from school after a long day of studying. He sighs and stretches before heading to the kitchen to get something to eat. Once he finishes eating a small meal he heads up to his room. He threw his back pack to the corner of the room and sighs looking around. The real world really bored him and he was glad he had his escape. He put on his V.R. Visor and logged into Aethia as Rayve.

Once Rayve teleported into town he stretches and looks around the room. He then begins walking through town until he over hears a conversation between a Lord Partizan and a Steam Gunner. "Wow he takes way to much pride into staying into character. Lord Partizans aren't even royalty yet he acts like he is." He says quiet enough for the two not to hear him. He then continues to travel through the town.

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"That cough was too obvious. Not a roleplayer. Maybe I should tone it down? No, the Smith Server would not approve."

"My proposal is that," His eyes drifted off from behind his blue helm, they had been caught by a rough-looking Tribal Grappler and, was that Sonowills? Both of which looked like they had been around Aethia and back. He simply must have them on his ultimate team. "My gravest apologies, would you excuse me for just a moment." With his Lord Partizan Ability Leap, he jumped over to them, grabbed them both by the collar of their shirts, and leapt back, placing them to the side of Tatsuna. He faced towards the grappler, who was between the other two. This time, Ulric made the chat private, so no other would accidentally overhear his grand scheme.

"My proposal is that, we band together and become a very auspicious team. You fight with me, and we all achieve great glory. If you'd rather be paid, I can subsidize you. Together, we could take on any task"

"If the next person I can find is a healer." Richard corrected himself

He hoped that they would agree. The fact that it was rather rude of him to just pluck them off of the streets was not in his favor. As the thought ran through Richard's mind, he knew exactly what Ulric would say next.

"I am sorry for the sudden 'manhandle', but you, Tribal Grappler, have an edge to you, which where I come from, makes all the difference"

"Hopefully the BS isn't too thick" Richard worried, hoping they would laugh and accept, rather than just laugh.

"And I would be honored to have the Mighty Sonowills at my side." Ulric knew Sonowills by reputation, while Richard knew that the Twin-blade's player was a game master. Hopefully he would understand that it was proper respect, and not Kiss-buttery,

So what say you, Steam Gunner, Tribal Grappler, Twin Blade? Will you accept my invitation to form a group the likes of which has never been experienced?

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Rayve blinks a couple of times before realizing that he was no longer on his path. Once he realized who's fault it was that he wasn't walking anymore he got a bit pissed. He then reared back and socked the Lord Partizan in the jaw. Even though the game doesn't actually transfer pain, the shock was strong enough to send the Partizan back into the river a bit away. "I'm a soloist...I don't party up often...especially when weirdos like you try forcing me." He begins walking away again, now annoyed. Truth was he only like pairing up with one other party member not four others. It was always too much hassle for him.

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He was shook as he was took by a stranger. He judged it was the Leap skill from a Lord Partizan, and now he was facing a small group, whom Ulric was taking part. He was still under the effects of alcohol, and so he offered a small grin, his quirkiness showing up. “I don’t think it would be nice of me to not give a little challenge for you. I’ll accept your offer under one condition,” he said as he rose one finger, “let’s make this a hide ‘n seek quest. I’ll be hiding in a dungeon of my choice, but you probably know which one already. Deal?”

Without the Partizan’s answer, he unsheathed his swords, profiting the fact that the partisan was flying backward into a river. “Oh, and also…” he leaped over the partisan to his back, finishing his sentence: “…I don’t like to be shook like this.” He slashed his sword upward to launch Ulric in the air, where most people were vulnerable. He jumped into the air, chaining a combo on the defenceless character, launching him back into the ground. He finished the execution with a front flip. The attack only meant to knock of half of the partizan’s health bar, but knowing him, it probably dealt less. Besides, they were in the city, which mean no damage was dealt.

When he landed on the ground, he chuckled warmly. “Later,” he said as he ran away, disappearing to the undescribed dungeon. It was an open world were wyvern and other kinds of reptiles ruled the desert-like land. Sonowills always found himself close to his homeland when he visited this dungeon, and sometimes refuse to even fight the smallest reptile. He prowl around to find a spot to sit on in the waiting of the small party to find him. He chose the top of a boulder near the end of the cliff. The dragonoid watched the wasteland and its inhabitants, feeling the end of the land connecting with his. The wind embraced his face in such a way that he didn’t feel the same anymore.

It took time, but Sonowills was connected to his character. He closed his eyes, tilting his head like if he was trying to hear something. For him, there was a faint roar in the background. At first, he thought it was a bug in the system that made the sound play for him, but he realised that the roar bared a significance in the draconian language. Being a huge nerd, or the fact he felt like being native to the language, he could translate it to Come to me… What a weird choice of location for that sound. Anyways, even with the impulse he has, he felt like ignoring the call, waiting for the others to find him.

( Note: I know there is a huge godmodding in there, but I just wanted to clear out that I’ve talked to Pulse before posting. )

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#, as written by Arinna
Audrey stood in front of the nerve gear, staring at it blankly for a moment, before she began to flex her arms, doing a small warmup to get her blood circulation going. She had become slightly paranoid after having read cases of blood clotting resulting from long periods of inanimity, most commonly seen in people who engaged in VRMMOs for over ten hours. After pulling up and flexing her leg muscles as well, she lay down upon her bed, touched her nerve gear almost lovingly, and then sighed. It would be her last time on Aethia Online; she had resolved to concentrate with all her might on writing her thesis, so this was going to be a kind of farewell to the game and to Iolanthe. Closing her eyes and plunging her head into the nerve gear, she connected.

Everything was blurry at first - a soft bed beneath her, a shallow and dark ceiling above, and sweet smells with pungent whisps mingled into an odd mixture - all familiar sensations of her small cabin. Iolanthe blinked twice before her vision gained its accuracy, and slowly slid off her bed. She would miss her home, this cabin filled to the brim with odds and ends, strange artefacts, ancient books, vials of ink and monster blood, the clutter relaxing and refreshing when compared to Audrey's neatly-kept room. Well, since this would be her last day of existence, she would travel through Aethia, visiting her favourite places.

She walked out of her cabin and into a busy main street within the city. Having made sure that the sign on her door announced that the fortune-teller's den was closed, she began to walk in the direction of the main square. As she was slowly making her way to her destination, she noticed that the tower of a man ahead of her - was he taller than even 1,90 m? - who was walking briskly through the street, pause for a moment. Curious, she followed his gaze to see that several people were having some sort of fun, one of them jumping and grabbing people from the street. Distressed by the idea, she hid herself in the shadows of a nearby building and began to observe them. Watching the actions of others never gets old! she thought to herself as she smiled faintly and rested her chin on top of her upturned wrist.

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Tatsuna now looked towards Sixsmith, she wasn't to sure what to think of the stranger whom had vanished, then again she couldn't recall who or what they looked like. She smiled faintly at the strange role-player in front of her, not to sure what to do now. She raised a hand from her crossed arm position and reached up and lightly took hold of one of her Chinese dragon antlers atop her head. She wondered if she might give it another go, too role play. After lowering her hand she reached out and grabbed his hand with both of hers and lightly tugged at his hand. Giving a warm playful smile, she then tilted her head a bit playful. "Shall we give chase, Partizan?" She released his hand and pointed the way. A guess? A hunch? An unconscious idea of which plausible direction? Hidden knowledge of past experience? The reason she point so specifically, could have been any of them.